(A/N): Hey guys i am beyond sorry about not getting this updated faster, however i spent this time to perfect some of the storyline, so hopefully new chapters will come up much faster from now on. I hope you enjoy this chapter, I had written it awhile back but it needed work, Hope you guys like it! PLEASE REVIEW

Chapter Seven: First Impressions and a Meeting with Dumbledore

At three o'clock the next morning Ziva gave up on sleeping altogether. She knew something was not right and she felt vulnerable. After several minutes sitting in deep thought she finally relized that Tony still had her knives. Wearing her PT clothes (Physical Training for those who don't know) she opened her curtains and made sure the four other girls were still asleep. Silently she opened her trunk and grabbed three of her most cherished items. Her gun and her two lock picks. Sweeping them out of the trunk She headed for the door.

The common was empty and void of any life. the only light came from the dying embers from the fire from earlier. Her gaze peirced the night and only once she was certain that she was not being watched did she make her way over to the boys' staircase. First door on the left... there it is. Ziva chuckled silently as she noticed a muggle lock on the door. Tony had tried to keep her out. She deftly inserted the two picks and was mentally counting as she manuevered them inside the knob. '9...10...11...12 Done. New record' she mused. Cautiously she pushed the door open, flinching every time it creaked.

The boys' dorm was exactly the same as the girls but backwards, like a reflection. Instinct told Ziva to get in and out as fast as possible. But her rational side came through telling her that if anything went wrong she had the upper hand. The guys being the slobs they are had made a mess and most curtains were hanging slightly open. Closest to her on the left was Sirius. His long black hair fell around his aristocratic features. He almost looked like an angel until he snorted loudly causing Ziva to giggle silently. One the next bed lay James Potter. His glasses were skewed about on his bedside table and his hair was a mess. Remus Lupin was lying on the bed in the middle of them all. His sandy hair was all Ziva could see as he was lying on his stomach. A slightly chubbier boy was fast asleep in the next bed with his dirty blonde hair a wreck. In the last bed was Tony, he looked so at peace here. At home his father was always drunk or he was at school where he did not really have friends. Ziva truly hoped that he would soon consider Hogwarts as home. After committing the room to memory she turned towards the only other door in the room. When she took a closer look she found that the door was locked. Immediately she knew that her knives were in here. Thank God. She did not want to search through their mess of a room. She repeated the actions on the door and she was in in mere moments. She stepped in and let her eyes adjust to the windowless room. Once she could (somewhat) see and her gaze immediately fell upon the medicine cabinet under the sink. As she tried the knob to find it was locked she sighed. She must teach Tony how to be more discreet.

Rocking forwards onto her knees she opened the cabinet and removed her knives. Only now had Ziva been relaxed. Without her knives she was vulnerable. Her knives were her lifeline. One was given to her by her mother and the other was from Tali. Probably the most useful gifts she had recieved. Remembering her mother pricked tears at her eyes. Immediately she wiped them and put on her face of no emotion.

Ever since her mother had died Ziva felt a bit lost. Finally she figured that she might as well give into her father's wishes and join Mossad perminantly. She and Tali had both signed a contract that states that they would be employed by Mossad until they were of age. When they both found that they were witches it was arranged so that the age was 17 instead of 18. She had worked hard to please her father. And it worked. Somewhat. He was not mean and yelling but not anywhere near slightly caring. Ziva had been perfecting the face of no emotions for years now. It was something that every Mossad agent has and uses to survive. When her mother first died Ziva did not want to survive. But she did not want her father to think that she was weak so she was strong for Tali. For herself.

A loud snort brought Ziva out of her reminiscing. She jerked and banged her head on the cabinet. Idiots. To confuse them Ziva locked the cabinet again along with the bathroom door. Silently she headed over to Tony and kissed him on the forehead. Her hair hung down over her face so that she could not see that she was not the only one awake.

Remus Lupin held of his yell of surprise when he saw a figure moving over towards Tony's bed. However when he saw the silhouette of Ziva, Tony's friend, he relaxed and smiled. They really cared for each other. He felt a pang in his heart. No one would ever care for him that way. Ever.

"Shalom,Tony." Ziva whispered in his ear. Her face showing that she was content. Slowly she backed out of the room and relocked the door. She slipped back unnoticed through the common room into her dorm. She closed the curtains around the bed and promptly fell asleep.

Ziva woke up on schedule as she had every day since she was six. At 0500. First she tried to go back to sleep but epically failed. It was unlikely that anyone else was going to wake soon so she grabbed her weapons and headed down to the common room. Immediately she sat in the chairs in front of the fire so she could get warm. Absentmindedly she began to clean her knives until she heard some shifting behind her.

Instincts kicked in and she grabbed her gun, jumped up, spun around and pointed it at two boys. Both jumped back in surprise but not fear. Relief settled through Ziva as she saw they were wearing Gryffindor uniforms. Satisfied she sat back down on the couch not really wanting to bother anyone. The boys had other ideas. "Hey Bunny, don't be scared." Both moved closer to Ziva and as the light reached them she realized that they were redhead twins. "Yeah," said the other,"We don't bite." Ziva snorted and looked up. "Yeah but I do." One recoiled as though he was burnt. "Ooh, that was nasty." "Yup," said the other "You a first year?" Ziva stiffened, did everyone she came in contact with HAVE to know about her. She chose to remain silent and stare into the fire with an impassive face. Both boys sat down on the floor in front of her, blocking her view. "Who are you?" she asked

"We, Bunny, are Fay and Gid." Ziva laughed "Fay and Gid? What does that stand for?" The twins looked relieved when she started to talk. "Fabian and Gideon Prewett of course. We are third years of the brave house of Gryffindor." At this Fay has stood up and is brandishing an imaginary sword. Ziva laughed "Why are you up so early?" she asked "I could say the same thing." said Gid. Ziva brushed it off with "I get up at this time every morning." The Prewett twins raised their eyebrows but let her continue "But you are not me so that is not what you are up to and I am not you so I do not know why you are up so why are you up. " The boys blinked and confusion was etched into their face. "Damn. Sorry, English is not my strong point." Once again their eyebrows shot up past their hair. "And yet you go to an english school. What's up with that?" Good lord! does everybody need to know? Well, I have only told five people and these two were truly caring. So do we slap them and walk away or do we put on a straight face and tell them? As tempting as the first one is, I might as well start talking. "Well, all in all, I know..." She paused to count on her fingers "six languages. Hebrew, English, Spanish, Russian, German and Korean. " she finishes.

It takes a moment for the boys to respond "And how old are you?"Fay asks. "Eleven. "Ziva replies slowly wondering why this is such big news. "Is something wrong?" she asks. "You can speak different languages?" Gid asked in awe. "Yeah. I am right now. English is not my native language." "Yeah. where are you from anyway?" Ziva sighed and leaned back in annoyance.

Why did everybody need to know about her? Why couldn't she be the girl behind the scenes? The girl that nobody knew and was perfectly content? Because. That is not who you are. You were built for fight not flight. Her mind answered back. Arrggghh. Why did her life have to be so stinkin' infuriating. Did she tell them or did she not? She opened her eyes and stared at them, trying to figure out if she could trust them or not. They both were utterly confused and conniving. But something bothered her and she could not figure out what it was. Finally she realized that it was their reaction to her.

"Why weren't you scared when I pointed my gun at you?"

Both of them cocked their heads to the side and simoultaneously asked "What's a gun?" Ziva just laughed and shook her head. Right, she was in the wizarding world now she couldn't expect everyone to know about muggle weapons. "It's this," she held out her Beretta, "It's a muggle weapon that kills." Both of them recoiled back which caused Ziva to start laughing. "Wands kill and you still love them but you are scared of touching a gun."

Both boys visibly relaxed now that she was laughing and talking, and the Prewett twins took this chance to sit down beside her."So Bunny ," Fay said, "What is your name?"

"Where are you from?"

"Why do you have weapons?"

"Why do you know all these languages?"

"And if your not from England then why did you come to Hogwarts?"

Ziva stood up and leaned back against the brick beside the fireplace. She held out her fist and stuck out her fingers as she answered each question. "Ziva, Israel, Part of my work, ditto and it's complicated." she finished. The twins took this in stride as they mentally matched up the questions with the answers. "Ziva, you didn't really answer our last question." Gid said "Yeah, why do you go to school here instead of Israel." Fay asked. Ziva thought how to choose her words.

Israel was her home but it was dangerous and war infested. There was no magic school in the country. Heck, there was not even a ministry of magic. There was no law about underage magic or even apparation licences. However because the surrounding countries did not have magic schools, Hogwarts was the closest, bar Durmstrang, but it was an all boys school. But she did not want pity for the world she grew up in. She did not want to draw attention to herself. Sure she was great during missions but she did not use the fact that she was the Deputy Director's daughter influence others' views on her.

"In Israel there are no magic schools around. Hogwarts was the closest, forget Durmstrang." she stated as though it weren't a big problem. "Awww. Bunny. No brothers and sisters?" Fay asked in a baby voice.

How wrong he was. Sure I had Tali but I am still convinced that I have little half brothers and sisters running around the country. From my father of course. Mother was perfectly honorable. Now how much do I tell them? Tony had been an exception. If she had not told him then he would have been very suspicous and tried to figure out what had happened. Still. It had been one of the best decisions she had made in my life. So she plow onward into her life story.

"Just one sister, Tali. We are very close. My mother used to call us twins." she laughed at the irony. "Y'know Gid? I like the sound of her laughing. We should make her laugh more." The other twin nodded eagerly and smiled evillously. (A/N if that is a word) "And how shall we do that? My dear Fay." Both started to move towards her with identical grins plastered on their faces and hands reaching towards her. She jumped and prepared herself as the boys were going to start a tickle fight.

"AAARRRGGGHHH!" She screamed. Ziva was incredibly ticklish. Have been from birth. Her father says it is a weakness. But ... Tickling is fun.

"Aww. Bunny's not fighting back." "C'mon, Bunny. It's more fun when you fight back."

"Don't call me bunny!" She yelled and grabbed one of both of their arms and flipped them onto their backs. Both of them lay stunned and had their breath knocked out. Oh my God. Ziva felt so terrible! These were people that she had just met and now she had hurt them. In the meantime several older Gryffindors had woke up when we yelled. "What is going on down here? " Shaylee yelled. Her eyes were wide at the sight of the two redheads flat on their backs with me crouching by them. "Godsus guys! I am soooo sorry. You were tickling me and I ... I can get violent." She finished apologetically. Both sat up rubbing there heads. "If we ever need a body guard, we are calling you, lil bunny." Fay said "Yeah." agreed Gid, "Nothing to see here folks." "Yup. Go back to your knitting." (A/N sorry could not resist) The few students that come down went back up to there dorms. Ziva turned to apologize. "Guys, I'm so -" Fay held his hand up to stop me. "It's all right Ziva. You don't owe us." Gid held up his hand though. "Wait. As punishment, we have to be able to call you Bunny." I was glad that they weren't angry and being called Bunny was more than enough punishment. "Fine," She said "But I won't like it." Secretly she kinda liked being called bunny. It mad her feel . . . like she belonged there, like they cared about her. And Merlin. In her family that is hard to come by.

Both of them smiled at me and I found myself giving them both hugs before saying "If I don't get back up there Lily will have a fit." The twins returned the hug and said that they needed to get ready too. Turning around I walked back up the stairs and into our dorm. Bex was apparently in the bathroom getting dressed. However Ziva was surprised to find Molly and Mary hovering over Lily's bed with anxious faces. "What's wrong guys?" Ziva asked in her Israeli accent. "Lily won't wake." Molly replied in a whisper "She just rolls around." Ziva smirked. This was just like Tali. She walked over to the bed and picked Lily up. Then out of the blue she screamed into her ear. "LILY!" Lily promptly woke up and fell out of Ziva's arms. "Why the heck were you carrying me?" "If you were lying down you would have jumped but falling makes you wake up." Lily glared at them and went over to her trunk and began to rummage around for her uniform. "What are you waiting for? Get dressed." she snapped. "Wow" whispered Ziva "She is not a morning person." Molly nodded her head in agreement.

Ziva turned around and saw her uniform laid out on the bed. No. No. No. No. There was no way that I was wearing that. "No." Bex comes in dressed in her uniform." No what?" she asks. "There is no way in Hell that I am wearing that skirt." Upon her bed was a white button down shirt, gray vest, a Gryffindor robe and a red and gray plaid skirt. On the floor there was gray socks, mary janes and a red and gold striped tie. She had already been told that she did not have to wear the shoes and in their place she opted for her combat boots. But no. Their was no way that she would wear a skirt in front of the entire student body. How was she supposed to fight if she was wearing a skirt. Oh right. she wasn't. Still. Tony was going to laugh and laugh and laugh.

"C'mon Ziva. We all have to wear it. " Bex chimed in. "We all will look like idiots." Lily popped her head out of her trunk and said "Hey! Speak for yourself." Ziva rolled her eyes. Finally she gave up and put on stupid skirt. Cussing under her breath the whole time. Ziva and Lily walked downstairs with Lily asking questions that Ziva did not know the answer to. Ziva on the other hand was constantly pulling down the edge of the skirt until Lily slapped her hand. To her relief Tony had not yet come down. After waiting another five minutes she gave up on waiting and marched up to the guys dorm.

"Date prisa, Tony! No estoy esperando todo el dia."(Hurry up, Tony! I am not waiting all day.) Ziva yelled at the wooden door. Two older boys coming down the stairs gave her weird looks as they passed her. Within a few seconds Tony replied by opening the door and responding in spanish. "Espara mujer! You estare alli en un momento." (Hold on woman! I will be there in a moment.) He raced down the stairs ahead of her as she followed him ranting in spanish about him being sexist. Tony only replied that he was not listening and could not understand her. Under her breath Ziva called him a not-so-nice word in spanish and Tony said "Hey, I am so not that." "Ha so you can understand me." "Well yeah." Ziva just nodded her head and walked into the great hall.

Most students were already eating breakfast and did not spare a glance at the students entering. Ziva took this time to examine the room. Last night she had been way too nervous. And technically she still was, her father was going to be angry about her house. Anyway back to the hall. The ceiling was not there. In its place was the early morning sky and the sconces on lining the wall were brightly lit. The four table were lined with food and sleepy students. The overwhelming feel of happiness surged through the air. The last time she felt this safe was with Tony at his house. The two of them walked over and found a place between the boys and girls in their year. Lily was next to Ziva and Tony was next to Remus. When she looked down she was confused. What was all this food? Was it even food? she asked herself. There was what looked like fried batter with a weird pattern on it and there was something yellow and lumpy. Tony however began to pile his plate high with it and it took a few moments until he noticed her lack of motion. "Ziva. You poor syrup on the waffles and cut them up. Then you take a fork and eat it." Ziva grabbed the fork and carefully picked at her food. Choosing to down her coffee. Eventually Tony sighed and gave up thinking that she just was not used to the food. However she was more worried about her father.

Those days that her father talked about purebloods and the like had instilled a sort of fear in her. He was controlling and willing to do anything for his greater standings. And if it came to come between her and his work, ther was no doubt in Ziva's mind that he would kill her on the spot. It would be a disgrace to have a child in Gryffindor, let alone his daughter. Females were weak in his eyes. They were used to make allies and heirs. This kept her on edge at breakfast this morning. He had definitely heard about it. And now she was waiting for the blow. She recieved her schedule and barely paid attention when Tony said that they shared the same one. She only came out of her daze when the owls flew in through the window causing a huge racket. Among these owls was a single pitch black one with the Mossad crest hanging from its neck. It flew straight towards Ziva.

Most of the Gryffindor table grew silent as they saw what the bird was carrying. A Howler. Ziva braced herself and Tony absentmindedly whispered that it would be fine. Most of the room was silent bar the few whispered "Oh no"s and "Why?"s. The owl landed in front of her and she plucked it from the talons. The owl rapidly flew out of the room. Ziva breathed and opened the letter.

The deep baritone voice of her father thundered from the envelope and echoed throughout the hall.

"How dare you be sorted into that house. You know what is expected of you! You have scarred our reputation, my reputation!" He continued to switch languages back and forth between some she did and did not know. When he screamed at her for two solid minutes and took a breath Ziva leaned across to Tony and whispered "I only know half these languages" He let out a strange forced laugh, with his eyes on the letter. It seemed to be coming in for the blow. In Hebrew of course. "You are a disgrace! To me, To yourself, To your sister, To Israel, TO YOUR MOTHER! -" He made to continue but Ziva had, in a blaze of anger stood up on the seat and flung her knife through the letter. The momentum carried the howler to the wall wear lodged itself with a twang.

Ziva could have sworn that time froze in that second. There was no sound, except for her wildly beating heart. There was no movement, besides her heaving chest. Until, of course, Tony stood up and talked to her in a somewhat angry and impressed voice. "Ziva! I took you knives from you! They were in my dorm, you WENT into our dorm!" Still outraged at what her father had said she turned her knife on Tony and spoke in a low intimidating voice "I can pick locks Anthony DiNozzo." The mass of students stared at her with a mixture of awe and fear.

Dumbledore stood and and waved his wand. The knife and letter came flying towards him along with the knife that had been pulled out of her hand. And darkly said "Miss David." She turned, still on the bench, and spoke with the utmost respect considering how boiling angry she still was.

"I will bring my licences to your office and I will have The Director of Mossad here in ten minutes." Dumbledore nodded and sat back down with her choice of weapons by his plate. She jumped off the bench, waved at Tony, grabbed her coffee and bag and walked out of the great hall. She did not bother to acknowledge the stares.

Out in the hall Ziva cursed herself. Why oh why did she have to go and get attention? She just wanted to be normal. She just wanted to become a normal witch. Was that really too much to ask? Really? Ziva just walked up into the tower and grabbed her licences and made a mental note to use Dumbledore's Floo. To her surprise Minerva McGonagall stood outside the Portrait hole.

"Dumbledore thought that you might need an escort to his office and the password." she spoke quite bluntly.

"Of course, Professor." They walked in silence until they reached a griffin gargoyle. It was only then that the older witch spoke. "Cockroach Clusters." Ziva momentarily thought that her teacher was insane before the statue leaped aside and she was led onto a moving staircase. Both women stepped forward into and outer room. McGonagall motioned for her to knock and Ziva complied.

"Enter." Came a voice from within.

Ziva stepped in waiting for his instruction. "Miss David would you care to explain why you are carrying around knives in your shoes?" Ziva took a large breath before speaking, "Sir, may I use your fire to floo someone who has more knowledge on this?" Dumbledore nodded.

"Mossad, Director's Office."

With a few short words Ziva led her father's boss into Dumbledore's Office.

"You see, even while Miss David is in your care, she is still under our employment. I do regret whatever this arrangement disrupts. However she is legally binded to serve her contract. We only require her to complete two missions per term however. Hopefully this will not interrupt her education. I truthfully regret this."

Ziva took comfort in this man's presence. He was quite possibly the closest thing she had to a father, even though they had only spoken a few times. When she arrived in her office he immediately agreed to speak to the headmaster. Since he was once an officer he understood how..naked and...vulnerable it feels to be without your weapons. He definitley cared more for Ziva than her father did. Or perhaps he just understood how important she was and felt the need to put on an act for Dumbledore. Either way, she appreciated the actions greatly.

"Miss David?" the old wizard directed his voice towards her now.

"Yes sir?"

"Do you understand our arrangement?"

"I do sir." she replied with full honesty. She HAD been listening, even if it didnt look as such. She must keep her grades up, try to have missions that did not interfere with class and must swear not to use any of her weapons (even if she did have a license) on any of the students or faculty or school property, unless it was a dire emergency.

"Then we have an agreement. Here are your knives back" he paused handing them back to her. She greatfully put them into her boots. "Thank you for coming and explaining the situation to me Director."

The director nodded in respect "anytime Headmaster, I am willing to do much for the elder Miss David. She is truly an asset to the Mossad."

Dumbledore merely smiled benignly, "Miss David you are dismissed to your first class, I trust you will find your way to the Transfiguration classroom?" he looked at her inquiringly.

She nodded, "Yes sir, I was shown in on the way here." Indeed Professor McGonagall had pointed out her classroom while directing her to the office. "Then you are free to leave, as are you Director." The Director nodded and responded with "Good day Headmaster." then flooed back to his office after giving Ziva a wink. As she rose to leave his office a thought came to her. "Sir," she said quietly "Now that you somewhat understand my home life," she paused and raised her gaze to meet Dumbledore's "Is it possible that my sister could stay with me here during Christmas and Easter breaks?" She did not have much hope for the answer to be yes, most likely she would have to spend the breaks at home. With her father. And whatever mistress he has now. Maybe she and Tali could spend them doing missions so that they wouldnt have to see their father. In her thoughts she almost missed his answer. "I believe it is possible, if you can arrange it with your sister I would be glad to have her here during the holidays." A spark of joy lit up in Zivas chest, maybe this would be a good place after all. She smiled at him. A true smile and spoke "Thank you very much sir" His eyes twinkled at her "Youre very welcome my dear, now I believe it is time for you to go to class. Is it not?"

"Yes sir, have a good day." she spoke before closing the door and taking a deep breath.

(a/N): I hope you guys enjoyed reading it as much as I do writing them! Please review I am always looking for more input! Love ya guys xoxo

~Rosie