A/N Artemis' hunters

Hello, everyone! It's great to be able to finally jump into this. For my portion of the story the team will be:

Armand "Armie" Le Roy - Gryffindor (Team Leader)
Ciara Rostova - Slytherin
Elizabeth "Lizzie" McCalestar - Hufflepuff
Gregor Sibyllus - Gryffindor
Nydia Ventura - Slytherin

Featuring: Warren Kemp, Arlina Copper, and Aidan Leonhardt.

A/N LL Lax

Hi guys we are really happy to start this. So in my chapter I am taking on

Laurel Carraway- Ravenclaw (my leader)
Dante Sage Williams- Slytherin
Fitzgerald Darling- Ravenclaw
Calista Sienna Roux- Gryffindor
Ryan Holland- Ravenclaw

There will also be Warren Kemp, Arlina Copper (not in my first) and Aidan Leonhardt as leads just not the core 5 on a mission. They will have pivotal roles though.

Artemis Hunter and I would like all involved to review both chapters. An in-depth one is only required for the story where your person is in, but we want to make sure you read both so when we combine you know all the characters.

Cheers!

Armand POV

It was finally time. After months of preparation everything Armie had trained for was about to come to a head. He knew he was ready for what was to come, but still he couldn't shake the anxiety that raced up his spine and clouded his mind. There was that ever lingering questions- Was he making the right decision? Armie let his mind wonder to his father, to his friends. He knew his choices would effect them too. After this moment they would be in just as much danger as he was, Pushing whatever traces of doubt he had to the back of his mind he began to tap his nails restlessly on the arm of his chair.

The clicking of the grandfather clock in the corner of the room was defining. Armie watched the hand tick away, feeling what was left of his patience slip. He had been left alone in the study for nearly fifteen minutes. He wanted nothing more than to stand, walk around, do anything but sit in that chair, however, he was well aware his patience was being tested; literally. Every move he had made over the past few months carefully watched.

In that moment, the doors to the study creaked open and a shadowy figure stepped inside. Armie stood to greet him, offering his hand out to shake.

"There's no need to be so formal, Armand," The man's said, his voice even and kind.

"Of course, there is," Armie replied with a smile, his blue eyes reflecting back at him in the man's glasses. Normally, Armie wouldn't bother with the formalities, at least not for just anyone. However, this wasn't just anyone. The man in front of him was no other than Harry Potter.

Harry gave the younger man a soft smile taking Armie's hand in his. The elder walked around the desk and sat in the large captain's chair. "Please, take a seat." Armie followed Harry's lead and sat back down in his chair.

Knotting his fingers, Harry rested his elbows on the desk. He stared at Armie for a moment, his emerald eyes hidden behind the glare of his glasses. "I trust that you know why you're here?"

"To an extent," Armie answered truthfully. To the best of his knowledge, their initial training was over and he had personally done the best his abilities allowed. With winter break soon coming to a close he assumed whatever it was Harry had planned would be starting soon enough.

"Before we continue, I do have some final questions for you." The intensity of Harry's gaze was almost unnerving. Armand nodded for Harry to continue. "I feel as if I have made my intentions in training you quite clear. Now I must ask, why are you here? What is it you want to accomplish in all this?"

Armie met Harry's gaze confidently. It was a loaded question with an easy answer. "I'm here to stop the Death Eaters- to stop Voldemort."

"Yes, I'm aware of that. We are all here for that reason, but what I really want to know is why are you here? What drives you toward this goal, even if it puts those you care about in danger?" Harry's voice remained even, but there was a grim undertone.

Armie broke Harry's gaze and stared down at the desk in deep thought. He had asked himself that question plenty of times over the past few weeks. What made this all worth it? He was living a comfortable life in this new world. His father claimed neutrality years ago during the first years of the Death Eater's reign, protecting both himself and Armie from them. Why would anyone risk safety and comfortability in the name of such slim odds? An image of his mother flashed before his eyes.

"My mother was an Auror, a good one, and once the Death Eaters had control of the Ministry she was one of the first they went after. They tortured and killed her- just like they did all the rest. She knew she had no chance of winning, but she still fought back," Armie raised his light blue hues to meet Harry's eyes, "He's killed and ruined the lives of so many and will continue to do so unless someone stops him."

The devotion in Armie's voice had been clear. Harry nodded, standing up from his chair he walked over to the large fireplace and stared into the flames. The room was quiet. The sounds of the ticking clock and crackling fire consuming the study.

"I'm sorry about your mother. She was a very brave woman. It's true he has taken something from all of us." Harry looked over his shoulder toward Armie. "Your resolve is admirable. Now that the question is out of the way, let's get down to business. After close monitoring, I have to say your previous performance has been rather impressive, just as that of many others. You are brave, if not a bit impulsive, but I feel that you have the potential to lead."

His words shocked Armie. Though, that shock was quickly replaced by interest and excitement. "Lead?"

Harry turned around to fully face him, "Yes."

Armie nodded, mostly for his own benefit as he let it sink in. While happy that he left such an impression on Harry Potter, the revelation left him with more questions. Who was he leading? Before got the chance to ask the sound of the study doors opening caught his attention, followed by the clicking of boots against the floor. Armie rose to his feet to look at the newcomer, surprised to see it was Hermione Granger. Just like Harry, years of hiding had not been kind to her. To only be 28 she looked twice her age with worried skin and wise, tired eyes.

"Harry, Kingsley is here. He said it's important." She informed him.

"Thank you, Mione." Harry smiled at her. He opened up the drawer to his desk and pulled out a letter. "This letter holds everything you need to know. Once you've memorized it, burn it." He instructed.

Armie took the letter in hand and exited the room eager to know exactly what was about to happen.

Ciara POV

The Slytherin compartments were as lively as ever. Half of the train car was plotting the demise of the Hufflepuff quidditch team in their first match of the spring season while the others boasted about their vacations or whatever new dark spell their parents had taught them. While other houses mixed it up and sat all over the train, Slytherins preferred the company of their own, at least, most of them did. Ciara would give anything to be anywhere else at that moment.

She glanced to her side to look at her friend, Arlina. Ciara and Arlina had been friends for six years and Ciara couldn't imagine lying to her, but that's exactly what she was doing. She was lying to all of them, plotting against them. Not that she thought it was wrong, it was what needed to be done. It just made her feel unsettled. She had always been comfortable in the snakepit, now she felt like an outsider. She knew she still had to play the part. She couldn't afford anyone getting suspicious, so outwardly she acted like her normal self- arguing passionately, defending the recent loss of her favorite major league quidditch team.

"Please, even the commentators thought it was a fluke" Ciara shot back at Aidan. "There is no way the Arrows really beat them, not with the losing streak they've been on this season."

Aidan laughed, "Ciara, love, you are in denial."

Ciara rolled her eyes at the pet-name. She knew he meant nothing by it. Aidan was one of the biggest, if not the biggest, flirt in Hogwarts. He couldn't go ten minutes without calling a girl love or darling.

"You're right, mate." A voice called from further down the aisle. Ciara looked over her shoulder and groaned at the sight of Zanark Avalonic heading their way. Aidan, she could deal with, but Zanark was a different story. His parents were top tier Death Eaters, giving him more leverage than most around him and he made sure people knew it. As he got closer he sat down on Ciara's side of the table, sliding in and pushing Ciara and Arlina further down in the process. "Ciara, Arlina." He winked at the later while wrapping an arm around Ciara's shoulders.

"Avalonic, you are invading my airspace," Ciara said grabbing his arm forcefully and removing it from her body.

"Ciara, you wound me," Zanark told her in mock disappointment, a hand placed over his chest.

"Not yet, but trust me the thought is tempting." Ciara shot at him. Her piercing cat-like eyes portraying the same annoyance her voice did. Arlina musical laugh sounded from beside her.

"I would back off. Trust me, you don't want to see her angry." Arlina chimed in, flipping her long wine-colored hair over her shoulder. A small act, but it easily caught the eyes of the guys around her.

"Come on, you two. There is enough room on this train for the both of you." Aidan teased referring to Zanark and Ciara.

Ciara gave Zanark a push, wanted him to get up from the booth. "I beg to differ. Some of us would fair better under the train." She sniped. Understanding that as his cue to finally get up. Zanark stood from the booth slowly, allowing Ciara to get up.

"Where are you going?" Arlina asked.

"Trolly. You want something?" Ciara asked, only speaking to Arlina. Arlina shook her head. With that, Ciara continued on her way. She walked through the aisles and into the next train car, out of what is considered to be "Slytherin Territory".

She pushed her thick mahogany hair back away from her face. Thinking back, it occurred to her that she wasn't even slightly guilty for lying to the people she had known since childhood. She was doing the right thing and she was in the perfect position to get whatever information Harry needed. It still annoyed her that she didn't know who the rest of her team was or who the leader was. Ciara couldn't help but think it should be her. She was the perfect asset- A Slytherin, in well with other prominent children, and she was a Rostov. No one would suspect a Rostov, not with the level of devotion her psychotic uncle had to Voldemort.

"Well, if it isn't our favorite blood-traitor."

This broke Ciara from her thoughts. She cast her eyes further down the aisle to see a group of guys standing in front of an open compartment. Interested, Ciara went on to investigate what was going on. She pushed past several other Slytherins, sending a death glare in the direction of anyone that looked like they were about to protest. When she got to the front of the group she saw two guys standing over a girl. After a closer look, Ciara recognized her as Nydia Ventura- Slytherin's only blood-traitor.

Ciara had very little contact with Nydia. She knew of her but didn't really know her. She watched as he two guys jeered at Nydia, saying things Ciara couldn't quite hear and she wasn't sure she wanted to. Rage quickly built up in Ciara's small form. Ever hear the saying 'Explosive things come in small packages'? Quickly losing her patience with her situation Ciara pushed the remaining people out of her way.

"I don't even know why you're still here. They should have killed you like they did the other one." A Slytherin jeered at Nydia.

Nydia quickly rose to her feet and got in the guy's face. Her quiet demeanor Ciara had always seen dissipated into anger. "I dare you to say that again."

The Slytherin laughed, "What are you going to hit me?"

Nydia looked apprehensive for a moment. Ciara answered before she did. "Probably not, but I sure will."

Her voice caused the two main offenders to turn around. They sized her up for a moment. "This isn't any of your business, Rostova."

"Actually, it is." Ciara retorted with a cold smirk. "See, I was enjoying my morning before this. Now not only have you crowded the aisle, I've missed the trolly because of you two, so now I'm going to have to walk further down the train. Small little annoyances that have ruined my patience for today. I suggest we all move along before things get out of hand." There was no denying the threat in Ciara's voice. It wasn't unusual for Ciara to pick a fight and once she did, she wasn't about to back down. A fact those two seemed to know well.

"Come on. The blood-traitor isn't worth our time." One of them said. Pushing the other out of the compartment. "You're going to regret this, Rostova."

"I'm sure." Ciara sneered back. She watched as the group dispersed cursing under their breath. Ciara turned her attention back toward Nydia and cocked her head taking her in. "You don't have to take that from them."

"I know that," Nydia said in a matter-a-fact tone. "but, it's better that way. A blood-traitor fighting with a Death Eater's son wouldn't go over well with the professors."

Ciara nodded understanding what she was saying. "I get it. Smart. I'm Ciara, by the way."

"I know that," Nydia said returning to her seat. "You should probably go. Thanks for the help, but you really should have stayed out of it and you should probably leave before they start to ask questions."

Ciara was about to argue and paused. She was right. Ciara had no idea what was coming her way and didn't have room for additional problems. Turning on her heels, Ciara walked off down the aisle, returning to her hunt for the trolly.

Lizzie POV

"I think we have them this year," Lizzie said optimistically, referring to their upcoming game against Slytherin. "Between the group of us, I think we have the best chasers in the school."

"Yeah, but you can't rely on chasers." Her friend Aaron piped up.

"Especially not when the other team's tactics are as dirty as they come," Another said.

Lizzie sighed. She knew they were right in a way. There was a slim chance at beating Slytherin this year, just like last year. Plus, adding in the fact she had been too busy training over winter break to practice made her nervous as well. As much as she loved quidditch she couldn't put her mind to it at the moment. No, her mind was millions of miles away. She still couldn't believe she agreed to take part in all this. So much could go wrong, so much probably would go wrong.

Her worries brought her back to earth. She looked around the Great Hall trying to find anything she could use to tell the time. "Luka, do you have the time?"

"Uhm, almost eight," He said looking down at his watch. "Why?"

Lizzie turned her head quickly, her blade straight black hair whipping around. She looked at the door then back to her friends. "I promised my dad I would send him a letter. I'm going to make a run to the owlery. Meet you guys back at the common room?" Lizzie smiled at them, but she knew it didn't reach her eyes. Not waiting for their response. Lizzie walked quickly toward the door.

She turned the corner into the hall and walked quickly toward her destination. She hoped she remembered the time correctly. The letter she received told her the to be at the room of requirement by eight, at least, she thought it did. When she reached the end of the hall, her dark eyes darted around the room making she no one was nearby. Lizzie walked up to the wall and waited cautiously. The wall began to morph and slowly formed into a door. Taking a deep breath she reached out for the handle, then paused. Once she went in she was accepting her role in all this.

'If there is any time to be brave, it's now.' She thought to herself. Lizzie pushed the door open and stepped inside, shocked by who she saw in front of her.

"You're our fifth? Color me surprised." A girl said from beside the fireplace. Ciara Rostova, Slytherin and well-known fire-cracker. The sight of her made Lizzie uneasy. Lizzie hated conflict and Ciara was conflict. Though Ciara was significantly shorter than Lizzie, she had a much more commanding presence.

Beside Ciara was a girl Lizzie couldn't place. She was also a Slytherin. Looking between the two of them pretty didn't begin to describe either of them. Ciara was a classic beauty, with perfect ivory skin, dark curly hair that perfectly framed her face and piercing blue eyes that reminded Lizzie of a prowling cat. The other girl was obviously of Spanish decent. Sleek dark hair that was pulled up in a messy bun, olive skin, prominent cheekbones, and dark brown eyes that conveyed every emotion she didn't say.

Lizzie walked further into the room, glad she somewhat recognized the people around her. Standing in the middle of the room with a welcoming smile on his face was Armand Le Roy, the Gryffindor heart-throb. Lizzie her face heat up a bit as he stared at her. Armand had everything that could make a girl swoon- ruggedly handsome looks, blonde hair, and piercing blue eyes.

"I'm late aren't I?" Lizzie asked hesitantly.

"Not by much." A smooth voice said from behind her causing her to jump. She twirled around to see a Gryffindor behind her that she didn't quite recognize. He was lanky, frail looking even, with his pale skin and thin figure. His long hair was pulled back in a thick ponytail, but his eyes were what threw her off. They were dark, not just in a color sense. He looked at Lizzie like he knew something she didn't, like he had seen things she hadn't. It frightened her a bit.

"It's fine," Armand reassured her. "Just glad we are all here. Were any of you followed?" Everyone shook their heads. "Good, let's talk." He motioned at a table standing behind him with five seats.

Everyone moved to take a seat, once comfortable Armand started again. "I believe introductions are in order. I'm Armand Le Roy. You can call me Armie and I am the leader of this team." He looked around, judging the reactions of the others. Lizzie saw Ciara cock her head to the side, sizing Armand up.

"Figures, a former golden boy chooses a current golden boy as the leader," Ciara scoffed. The girl beside her shook her head. "Anyway, I'll play along. I'm Ciara Rostova."

"Nydia Ventura." The girl Lizzie hadn't recognized announced.

"I'm Lizzie McCalestar." Lizzie introduced herself. They all turned their attention to the Gryffindor.

He looked around and sighed, "Gregor Sibyllus."

"Good now that we all know each other, let's talk business," Ciara spoke up.

Armand shook his head, "Knowing someone's name isn't really knowing them. For this to work we have to know each other, understand each other." He looked thought for a moment then grinned. "Harry asked me a question the last time he saw me. He asked me 'Why are you here?' I figured it would be a good ice-breaker."

Some of the team looked hesitant. Lizzie couldn't blame them. It was a deep question and the people around her didn't seem like the 'sharing' type. "And after this 'ice-breaker' then what?" Gregor spoke up.

A glint raced across Armand's blue eyes, "Then we talk about Aidan Leonhardt."

Artemis' hunters: So that is the first chapter. I apologize for any awkward moments I will get a hang of the characters soon. Please remember to review both this chapter and LL Lax's. Like LL said, you only have to go in-depth with the chapters in which your character is part of the core 5. This will ensure you are aware of everything going on when we merge. Please leave your thoughts on all the characters, not just the one you own. Also, what do you guys think of the plot? If you have any thoughts, feelings, or concerns please PM us. With that said, I hope you enjoyed and Merry Christmas!