Lana closed her eyes, waiting for the inevitable pain that was coming towards her.

"Thought it'd be funny, eh girl? Thought it'd be a right hilarious joke to pull? Well you're payin' for it now, huh?"

Lana cried out, her cheek stinging from his hand across her face. She hadn't had anything to do with the tree branch through the living room window. Not only had she not been at home when it occurred, it was near impossibility to get that overly large tree branch, nearly as thick as the trunk itself, through the window. It had been storming, absolutely pouring. Lana had been returning from a four-hour walk, completely soaked, and the minute she walked in, Uncle Henry started screaming at her.

The pain just continued, getting worse from there on out. Eventually, he left her to be, sending her to her basement room, a converted storeroom.

The cinderblock walls were desolate and dreary, reminding her of what her life had been, and was permanently set to.

She looked at the small of her back in the mirror, where Uncle Henry had beaten her the worst with a curtain rod. It was going to be a horrible bruise in the morning, worse than it could've been for the bruises from last week weren't completely healed.

She changed out of her clothes into her nightclothes. One of the benefits of having your guardians refuse to pay for anything is that she would work 10 times as hard to make a living; therefore, she was able to pay for extras, including decent nightclothes.

She collapsed in bed, wincing after realizing that it hurt to lie down. She immediately fell asleep.

"Harry, wake up! They want you downstairs!" Harry groggily opened his eyes, and reached for his glasses. He saw that it was 3:00 in the morning, and he was not happy about waking up this early. "What do they want now?" He groaned. Ron shrugged. His flaming red hair was messy, sticking straight up in all directions. "I dunno." "Real helpful Ron." Harry forced himself up, and walked downstairs.

"Harry, there you are, the Order is in the dining room, they need to take you somewhere." Mrs. Weasley said, pointing to the door.

He walked through the door, where several Order members were sitting around the table, looking excited, but worried. "Harry, sit down, there's not much time to explain." Harry took his place.

Lupin began. "Well, there's this girl. Her name is Lana Grivaldi, and she's about your age. Well, she is your age. Exactly. But she's a witch, and she has no idea. It has to do with her guardians; they prohibited her from finding out. But we've found her, there was some commotion at her home and we investigated. It's her. We need to go get her. But we need you to go along."

"Why?" Harry asked.

"We figure she would be frightened if a bunch of peculiarly dressed old people suddenly appeared at her doorstep in the middle of the night, so we figured you might…soften the look of us."

Harry was slightly shocked. A girl who had gotten past Dumbledore's radar was highly unusual. Her parents must really have wanted to keep her from Hogwarts.

"So what do you say Harry? Would you like to accompany us?" Harry furrowed his brow.

"Where does she live?"

Lupin looked slightly discouraged, and maybe anxious.

"America."

Harry's eyes widened slightly, and then started awkwardly, "I guess we, uhh, I guess we should get going then.

Everyone nodded.

"Right. Then let's get going." Lupin said.

Harry got up and walked with Tonks and Mundungus out of the room. He noticed Snape giving him glares, but he ignored it. "He's mad because we prohibited him from coming."

"Why?"

Tonks smiled.

"Well, the point is for her not to get scared, isn't it?" Harry laughed at this, but stopped when he had another thought.

"Tonks, we aren't flying our brooms over to America, are we?"

"Of course not! We're taking floo powder to one of the American members of the Order. Then we'll take the bus to Lana's house. Luckily it's not that far away." Harry just nodded.

Lana woke up to the noise of a loud rushing in her ears. She often got this when someone was coming for her. She was sincerely hoping no one from the Benivan family up. Especially Uncle Henry.

The rushing kept coming. Lana clamped her hands over her ears, attempting to get the rushing to stop, but it only got louder. Then, as suddenly as it came, it stopped.

The doorbell rang.

Instinctively, Lana jumped out of bed. She didn't want Uncle Henry, or the other Benivans to get the door.

She rushed up the stairs, and she heard Uncle Henry yell to her, "Get the damn door girl!"

At least she knew he wouldn't get it first. It was unlikely he would even get out of bed. But that was okay with her. She had a feeling he shouldn't, that if he did, it might mean trouble for her, and more beatings than she cared for in one day.

As she unlocked the double bolted doors, she realized opening the doors so quickly without looking to see who was out there might not be the best idea. All the sicko's out there and on TV. But not only could she not have cared less, she didn't get the sense that this particular party was a group of psychos.

"Hello?" She asked. A group of strangely dressed people were standing on the front stoop, all serious. Although she still didn't think they were going to kidnap and rape her, she did feel a little bare in her Aeropostle short-short jam shorts with the monkeys on them and the tank top. She realized you could see several of her bruises and cuts with her slightly skimpy pjs. At the front of the group was a boy about her age. A man wearing purple shabby robes spoke first.

"Hello Lana. We're taking you away."